Story Sex Blog » swinger sex story http://storysexblog.com sex stories and smut letters sinfull tales stories with pictures teen stories anal sex stories Tue, 19 Jan 2010 15:25:51 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.1 en hourly 1 Strange bondage http://storysexblog.com/strange-bondage/ http://storysexblog.com/strange-bondage/#comments Sun, 08 Jun 2008 14:13:58 +0000 Administrator http://storysexblog.com/strange-bondage/ Standing on the street, you’re waiting comes to an end as the white
limosine pulls up directly in front of you. The door opens and you enter the
large back seat area, seeing three other women all dressed as you are. Each
wears a thin white cotton blouse, a short white skirt, white hose, and white
shoes. A bit confused, you sit down and close the door, and the other girls
are looking at you keenly.
One woman looks to be in her mid thirties, with short dark hair and very
piercing blue eyes. She has nice legs and her short skirt shows them off
well. The girl next to her seems only about 18 or 19, with firm, breasts,
and long blonde hair. She has brown eyes, and a sensual mouth. The third
girl is in her early twenties, with light brown hair and hazel eyes. She has
the largest breasts of the four of you, and her legs are shapely as well. You
wonder what is going on with the three other women. You remain silent as you
were instructed, but your mind creates questions faster than you can think of
answers.
The driver lowers the window that separates him from his passengers and
hands back a large envelope, which the youngest girl takes. She shows each
of you wordlessly the message on the envelope. It reads simply, “Play tape
inside.” A video cassette is revealed by the young girl, and the older woman
takes the tape and slides it in the limo’s vcr, turning on the small tv.
Soft music plays for a moment, followed by a woman’s voice speaking in a
firm, concise manner. “You have been invited to our retreat because each of
you has shown herself to be a well trained slave. While at our retreat, you
will be allowed to train new slaves for others if you show us that you can
handle the task. Before your training can begin however, you must submit
yourself to our scrutiny and judgement. Failure to comply or poor performance
will be rewarded with a re-training program, and additional expenses for your
master. I do not recommend that you fail.”
Images formed again on the screen, of a large mansion with manicured
grounds. “This is our facility. It will take you about two hours to arrive.”
The tape continued with a guided tour of the mansion and grounds, showing
several rooms with elaborate bondage equipment. The woman came back onto the
screen, dressed entirely in leather now, with her large breasts compressed
into a leather bra at least two sizes too small. “Each slave and master is
accorded a rank. Slave ranks are symbolized by the color of their collars.
Green being the lowest, blue being the next highest, followed by yellow, red,
black, then gold. A slave wearing the gold collar my command any other slave,
but is still subject to the lowest ranking master. Masters are denoted by
the color of footwear, or ankle bracelets. Their color-ranks correspond to
the slave colors, with green at the bottom and Gold at the top. There is one
exception. There may be a master wearing black, but with diamonds on the
bracelet or shoes. These are grand-masters, subject to no one. The number of
diamonds signify their ranks, but they are all essentially equal.”
You are fascinated by the elaborate rankings, and wonder just how many
people are going to be at the retreat. The tape continues. “The driver of
your limosine has been instructed to deliver you on time, safely. The window
between you and the driver should be up now, and this means your next stop is
our retreat. You may play this tape as often as needed to familiarize each
of you with its contents. No sexual touching is permitted in the limosine,
and none of you are permitted to orgasm until after your arrival. The driver
will inform us of any unacceptable behavior. You will find in the compartment
next to the telephone several bags. Remove all of your clothing and any
items of jewelry and place them in these bags. You must do it now. Strip!
No talking except about the ranking system will be permitted in the limosine.
Now get your clothes off and sit there until you arrive!”
Feeling excited, you take a plastic bag from the young blonde and begin
undressing. The others are doing likewise. The older woman removes her
panties, showing her shaved pussy, and spreading her legs to remove the gold
ring on her labia. The blonde is undressing slowly, showing some minor em-
barassment. The large breasted woman leaves her bra for last, and when she
unhooks it, her breasts fall out, sagging from their great weight. They are
capped with large, dark nipples that are standing erect like pencil nubs.
You’re removing your stockings and you notice the small slip of paper in the
bag. It reads “The only clothing you must wear are your white heels.” You
take the shoes out of the bag and slip them over your bare feet. You look
around, and each woman is naked, save for her white high-heeled shoes. The
blonde, without asking rewinds the tape and plays it over again. After the
second time, the fragrance of womanly musk fills the car. You realize that
your pussy is damp with anticipation.
You look out the darkened windows of the limo, seeing people passing by,
glancing over at the white limo curiously. They can’t see through the dark
windows, but they try anyway. The limo crosses a bridge, and the driver is
slowing, dropping his window to pay the toll. You realize that the window
is lightly smoked, and the toll-taker might be able to see you. The limo
smoothly passes the toll-booth, and the window ascends. The toll-taker
hadn’t even glanced inside. The rid continues for quite a while, driving
further out into the countryside, away from the noisy city. You pass fewer
and fewer towns, then fewer and fewer homes as the limo heads for the foot-
hills nearby. The limo’s clock reads nine-thirty as you turn into the drive,
stopping before a massive looking solid gate. The gate opens and you enter
the retreat. You see no mansion, just a long, narrow paved road and perfectly
kept grass and plants. The driver heads down a small hill, and you see the
mansion, large and sprawling in the middle of a small grassy valley. As you
approach, you see a woman, the same woman from the tape, standing at the front
entrance of the mansion. The limo stops and the driver gets out, opening the
right door wide. Cool morning air enters and raises goosebumps on all of you.
You step from the car, naked except for your shoes and stand several steps
from the car, the others lining up next to you.
The woman watching you is wearing a black leather g-string and the too
small leather bra. She is also wearing thigh length black leather boots,
and holding a riding crop. Her hair is long and dark. She comes down the
steps and looks each of you over closely. Satisfied, she turns, telling you
to follow her into the mansion. You fall into line behind the older woman,
and enter the mansion, seeing the expensive and tasteful decorations. You
stop in the hallway, behind the leather clad woman.
“Some basic rules first.” She says. “I don’t need to tell you about such
simple things as eye contact, posture, and bathroom ettiqute. Your masters
should have made you aware of those things.” Her words sound like a speech
she’s made too many times, but her voice carries authority. “Here, you must
call any “master” by the title “My Lord” or “My Lady”. Any slave that is
above you in rank must be called “master” or “mistress”, but never mix your
titles between slaves and masters. Do you understand?”
A chorus of “Yes Mistress” rings out, only to be flawed by a “Yes M’Lady”
uttered by the older woman. “SLUT!” The leather clad woman yells at her,
standing right in front of her. “I wear a black collar! I’m a high ranking
slave, not a master! Didn’t you study the tape?!” The older woman stammers
a bit and replies “Yes mistress” in a quiet voice. “NEVER REPEAT THAT MISTAKE
AGAIN! Do you understand?” The older woman answers “Yes Mistress” in a very
quiet voice. “Very well. You will be spared punishment so we may begin with
all of you early today.” The leather woman says.
You are led into a small room and told to be seated on hard wooden chairs
near the door. A young man, dressed in a white smock sits at a table. You
can see his red collar while he and the leather woman have a discussion. He
stands and calls your first name. You rise and go to him, standing with your
eyes downcast as you’ve been taught.
“You have been ranked as a yellow.” He says simply and fits a blue collar
around your neck. After he fits it, he squeezes your left breast and flicks
his finger over your nipple. You flinch not at all. “You might make red
by this evening. Very good. Return to your seat.” You sit down and watch
the big breasted woman receive a blue collar. The young man cups her tits and
fonldes them for long minutes, finally letting them fall from his hands. Then
the older woman waits for her collar. The young man has been quietly speaking
to each of you, and now you can hear him clearly. “You were to be a yellow,
but Mistress Lisa has mentioned you stupidity in the entry hall. You will
be given only a blue.” He fastens her blue collar and without touching her
otherwise, lets her sit down. The young blonde is last.
“Just a moment.” He says and he confers with Mistress Lisa, then uses
the phone quietly. Mistress Lisa eyes the girl, tapping her foot impatiently
until the phone is hung up. “You have been awarded a red collar.” He says,
as if he didn’t believe it. “You must be very good.” He fastens the collar
around her neck and steps back. “You are my equal, and may address me as Doug.”
Mistress Lisa congratulates her, but with her crop pressing against her small
ass, tells her that she is still a lower rank. The blonde replies “Yes
Mistress” to her and is allowed to sit down.
Mistress Lisa allows each of you to use the bathroom, then the leads you
to another room, where an attractive woman of about fifty waits, wearing yet
another white smock and a black collar. She orders all of you to bend over
and places a butt plug in each of you, followed by a sized phallus in your
cunts. Straps are placed around your waists and through your thighs to keep
both items in place. Wristlets are used to tie your hands behind your backs
and to the straps at your waist. You struggle almost not at all as you are
told to rise. The feeling of fullness arouses you and you feel your pussy
juices begin to flow. The woman looks over some papers and then calls the
big breasted woman over. She fastens a leather harness around the big tits
of the woman, forcing them to jut forward before they sag over the leather.
Then she explains to each of you that for the next 24 hours, you will be sub-
ject to observation and restraint before further training commences. You
are now led by Mistress Lisa out into the hallway and down to a large door.
“Be on your toes sluts.” She says calmly. “The masters of us all are beyond
this door.” She knocks on the door, and a voice says to enter. She enters
and indicates all of you to follow.
Upon entering the room, you see about twenty people sitting around a
large table, dressed as if they were board members of a big corporation. The
several women present are dressed nicely for business. They look at you as
you walk in, naked and feeling very exposed with them dressed. Mistress Lisa
tells the woman at the head of the table “New cunts for inspection.” and she
stands with her eyes downcast.
“Fine.” The woman says. “All of you stand by that wall.” She points to
the wall behind you and you each stand next to it, waiting. “We’re a bit busy
at the moment Lisa. I’ll call you when we’re done.” Lisa bows and backs up,
then walks from the room and closes the door. The masters are discussing some
very boring stocks and bonds issues and not even paying attention to you. You
can feel your slippery juices on your thighs and glancing at the blonde who
is next to you, you can see that her thighs are damp too. Finally the group
stands and approaches the four of you and they look you over.
“This one has such great tits!” One of the men says, eyeing the big boobed
brunette. One of the women eyes your nipples and comments that they are so
large when erect that they’d make excellent clit stimulators. Another woman
sees the red collar on the young blonde, and stands in front of her.
“Is this a mistake?” She points out to the rest of the group. “A girl
this young with a red collar?” One of the men picks up a paper and confirms
the color. The woman eyes the girl carefully, looking at her long, slim form,
her flat stomach, and her pert breasts. “She’s delicious looking I admit,
but a RED!?”
One of the men asked the blonde her name. “I am Marlene M’lord.” She says
quietly. You realize this is the first time she has spoken, and how child-like
her voice sounds. The woman who questioned her rank asks her what she does
that deserves a red collar rank. There is some confusion while papers are
checked. A man finds the paper, saying “Her mistress says that she has
personally had her train studs and sluts very well, and that she is a very
talented and enthusiastic slave, and”, the man chuckled, “she gives great
head.” The woman eyed Marlene carefully.
“Is this true?” She said. “How can someone as young as you give such good
head?” That the woman was challenging someone’s decision was obvious. Silence
fell in the room, and everyone looked at Marlene. Gasps came from several
mouths, as the young girl stuck out her tounge, extending it at least four,
maybe five inches from her lips.
“God! That’s incredible!” One of the women said. “She’s a freak” someone
else said, and the woman who had challenged the color rank, admitted that she
deserved her rank for her tounge if nothing else.
“What about you?” you are asked by a thirtyish, attractive woman. Your
reply is “I’m willing to please My Lady.” Satisfied with your answer, she
stepped over the the big breasted woman and felt her tits. “Hmm. Nice and
juicy. Tell me, have you fucked other women with your tits?” The big boobed
woman said she had, and then was led to the table, where the woman lifted her
skirt and told her to do just that.
A man asked the older woman in your group if she had a special talent.
“Pleasing others M’lord.” she replied, being very careful to get the title
correct. The man pulled on the phallus in her cunt, moving it slowly up and
down, making her legs tremble. Then he came over to you, and did the same.
The feeling of his warm hand between your legs, moving the phallus inside you
brought you to the edge. His questioning kept you from going over, kept your
mind distracted.
“Do you like anal sex?” He asked.
“Yes M’lord.” You replied.
“Do you like to suck pussy?”
“Yes M’lord.”
“I bet you like to suck your master’s cum from a slut’s cunt too.”
“Yes M’lord.”
He pushed the phallus deep inside your sopping cunt and then stepped
over to the blonde. The woman getting fucked with big-tits was moaning and
panting noisily on the table. You felt your juices running down your thighs
like water now. The man questioned the blonde.
“Do you like to please your mistress?” He said.
“Yes M’lord.” The blonde’s high voice replied.
“Do you like licking women’s cunts?”
“Very much M’lord.”
“How about sucking cocks?”
“Oh yes M’lord!”
“Kneel, slut.”
The blonde knelt and the man removed his thick cock from his pants, and
told her to suck it. You watched, spellbound as the little blonde sucked his
cock all the way down her throat. She was moving on his cock quickly, sucking
him deep into her mouth. She paused, with just the head in her mouth and her
long tounge snaked out, flicking the underside as she slid down again. You
watched with amazement as she took half his cock in her mouth, her snake-like
tounge reaching out to graze his balls. Your cunt was leaking thick white
cream while you watched, and the others watched with amazement too. You were
thinking of how her tounge would feel on your pussy, and what other talents
she had. The man groaned and pulled out of the blonde’s mouth, jerking his
cock into her face. Thick white cum ran down her cheeks, over her nose, and
down her chin and neck. Her long tounge reached out and licked the tip of
his cock, receiving a large glob of his sperm. She licked his cock, then
her tounge wiped his cum from her face, even getting the cum on her nose. It
seemed her tounge was impossibly long. She even licked the cum from the
bottom of her chin!
Your pussy was aching to feel her tounge, that impossibly long tounge,
probing deep inside you. The buttplug and the phallus filled you, but they
didn’t move, didn’t give you what you wanted. When the man zipped up, you
realized you were breathing heavily from the exhibition. They had finished
with you and called Mistress Lisa back in, and she led the four of you out
of the room. The big-breasted girl’s tits were wet from the ‘Lady’s cunt,
and her face showed that she’d sucked pussy too. Mistress Lisa led your
quartet upstairs.
Upstairs you met Mistress Olivia. She wore a gold collar, and in her
chamber were several men and women already being disciplined. You could
tell that she knew her work well. She was finishing instructing two of her
slaves, telling them not to move. The girl knelt on a cushion, her hands
tied behind her back, with an enormous cock in her mouth. The man was tied
spread-eagle to a door-frame like structure, his hands and feet bound tightly.
She turned and came over, ignoring the pair. The sight of the man’s huge
cock in her small mouth was very exciting and they were both straining not
to move. Mistress Olivia spoke to Mistress Lisa before dismissing her. Then
her attention focused on the four of you. Mistress Olivia was a lovely woman
of at least some hispanic background. Her dark hair and eyes, full breasts,
and very curvaceous figure made her look very alluring.
She stood in front of the big-breasted girl and asked her name.
“Patrica, Mistress.” She said quietly.
“You’ve been fucking cunts with your tits haven’t you?” She said as she
wiped up some of the juice from Patrica’s big tits.
“Yes Mistress.”
Mistress Olivia stepped in front of the older woman, asking her name.
“Monica, Mistress.” came her reply.
“Suck my fingers clean.” She commanded Monica. The woman sucked the
fingers offered, quickly cleaning them. Then Mistress Olivia asked you your
name, and you told her. She eyed you carefully, then she pulled on the phallus
in your cunt, making you shake. “You’re awfully wet. Would you like to come?”
“Oh yes, please! Mistress!” you say, and she lets go of the phallus, and
says it’s not time yet. She spots the sperm on the blonde, running down her
neck and her small tits.
“Your name slut.” She commands.
“Marlene, mistress.” The tiny voice replied.
“Now just who came in your face already?” She asks the girl.
“One of the Lords mistress.”
Mistress Olivia’s eyebrows shot up. “Now what is so special about you
that one of the Lords favored you?”
Marlene hesitated briefly. “My tounge mistress.”
“Well, stick it out. Let me see it.” Mistress Olivia watched and then
she gasped when she saw how long the girl’s tounge was. It took her several
seconds to collect herself. “Well. That’s quite a tounge. We’d best find a
good exercise plan for that.”
Mistress Olivia caught you staring at Marlene’s tounge. “Does her tounge
fascinate you slut?” She said, standing so close her large breasts touched
yours. You said that it did and Mistress Olivia took you and Marlene to the
other side of the room. There, your hands were tied in front of you and your
ankles tied together. She strapped your ankles to a ring and chain on the
floor. Next she attached a chain to your wristlets, and pulled your arms
over your head. Next, she had Marlene lay on her back on a short table, tying
the girls arms over her head to the table’s rings. Her legs were spread and
tied down. Mistress Olivia removed your waist straps and removed the phallus
and butt-plug from you, making you shudder.
“Lean back against your chains.” She told you. You did, and she pulled
on one chain, lifting your feet clear of the ground. She kept pulling until
your feet were level with your waist, your arms still above your head. You
were suspended above the floor with your legs straight out, hanging by your
arms. Next, she moved the table under you, placing Marlene’s face below your
soaked cunt. “Tounge her cunt.” She told Marlene, and you felt just the tip
of the girl’s tounge against your labia. You moan, and wonder why she hasn’t
shoved that tounge deep inside your cunt. “Stretch that tounge. Reach for
her juicy cunt with your tounge.” Mistress Olivia says and now you understand.
You are just barely in reach, and that beautifully long tounge can barely
touch your aching pussy.
Mistress Olivia returns to the other two, leaving you dangling helplessly
over Marlene’s flicking tounge. She can just barely graze your shaved cunt-
lips, and you ache for her to go deeper. You see Monica being fastened to
a table, and several slaves rubbing their cocks over her body. “They have
been told to wash you with their cum, but only after you have begged for it
sufficiently.” Next, she took Patricia, the big breasted girl over to one of
the several door-frames and made her kneel, tying her hands to the sides, and
her knees to the bottom corners. Patricia’s hands were tied on the opposite
side, so that she leaned forward slightly, letting her tits hang forward.
A young stud, all of about 20, was seated on a stool in front of her, wrapping
his legs around her and told to fuck her tits, but not to cum until told to.
Mistress Olivia returned to you, and saw that your juice was dripping
into Marlene’s mouth. She whispered instructions to one of the girls and she
began working the chains and ropes. Suddenly you felt yourself being lowered
onto Marlene’s tounge, which she made stiff to penetrate you. Then just as
suddenly, you were yanked upwards. “Make her beg for that tounge. Don’t let
her cum until I tell you to, or you’ll be next.” Up and down you went, each
time, Marlene’s long tounge seemed to slide into your dripping cunt, and then
as you rose, she tried to lick your clit before you got away. Over and over,
you were so close, but there was never quite enough contact.
Mistress Olivia returned to the young girl with a mouthfull of cock and
watched. They had not moved in almost ten minutes and they were clearly very
eager. “Alright stud, you may cum in her mouth.” The man moved just slightly
and his sperm gushed from her mouth like water. The girl swallowed what she
could, but he had cum quickly and copiously. Now Mistress Olivia turned her
around and raised her ass, sliding her back onto the man’s still erect cock.
“Now fuck him until he fills your cunt.” The girl, face down on a cushion,
her hands behind her squirmed and began fucking him.
You could hear Monica, begging the studs to come on her. “Give me your
hot cum. Cover me, wash me with your sperm! Rub your cum on my cunt, rub it
all over my tits.” She was straining against her bonds, trying to keep her
body in contact with the five cocks around her. The girl lowering you onto
Marlene’s tounge let you down and suddenly Marlene’s long tounge squirmed its
way deep into your cunt. You could feel your orgasm about to explode. Then
she lifted you quickly holding you just above Marlene’s tounge. Patricia was
moaning her tits bouncing and rippling while the young man fucked them.
Monica’s voice was louder now, pleading for the studs to cover her with
their hot sperm, and Marlene was moaning in frustration of not being able to
suck you or get her tounge into you. You were panting with the need to cum.
“Alright Debra, let her down and let that slut suck her off.” You heard
Mistress Olivia say. Marlene’s tounge slid inside you, squirming around and
fucking your cunt. You felt the first twinges of orgasm rising. “May I cum
please, Mistress?” You asked, just to be sure that you could. “Yes, you may
cum as much as you want.” Marlene’s tounge withdrew, then she snaked it up
between your thighs, and you could see her incredible tounge tip cover your
clit, then slide down your slit until she shoved it up inside you again. She
repeated this again and again, until suddenly, you felt a huge orgasm crash
through your body. “Ohhhrrrrrrrruuuuuuggghhhh!” you moaned and felt that
wonderful tounge pumping in and out of your cunt, feeling your contractions
squeezing your thick cream out to be lapped up my Marlene. Marlene was making
small animal noises while she sucked and licked your cum from you, her long
tounge still snaking all over your slit. You were floating both mentally as
well as physically, and you didn’t even notice when you were raised off of
Marlene.
Marlene was released and told to stand in front of you. You could see
her face, soaked and glistening with your cream. You felt your cunt spasm as
she stood there, licking her face off with that long sensuous tounge of hers.
You were released at last, and stood weakly by the low table that Marlene had
been on. While a girl unfastened your ankles, you saw the large wet area that
Marlene’s dripping cunt had left on the table, and you wanted to return the
favor to her. Mistress Olivia called you over to where Patricia was being
tit-fucked by the young stud. Weakly you obey, and you kneel as instructed
next to the stud. “You may cum now stud.” Mistress Olivia tells her pupil,
and a few strokes later, his sperm is cascading down Patricia’s big tits.
“Suck her clean slut.” You are ordered, and you feel your face shoved between
those huge mounds of flesh. Patricia is moaning loudly, and you tounge her
tits and chest, feeling the stud’s cum warming your tounge. “Lick it and
swallow every drop.” You are told. Each stream of his sperm tastes better
than the last, and you are licking her big tits all over, and even underneath
where they are sensitive.
Monica is still begging for the studs to come on her, trying everything
she knows of. “Drown me in cum! Fuck my face! Cum in my asshole! Cum all
over me, please! Please!” Yet they are holding back, each of them still
stroking a rock hard cock. Mistress Olivia tells you that you are finshed,
and to stand. Patricia looks at you with lust-filled eyes as you leave her.
Mistress Olivia takes you to Monica, who is still pleading, almost crying
with her need for release. Then she signals the men that they may cum. Each
man leans forward and cums on Monica. Two of them shoot thick white cum on
her tits, one on her face, one on her belly, and the last on her shaved cunt.
“Now wash this slut off with your tounge.” You are told. You climb up
on the table and lick the sperm from Monica’s cunt, chasing some down her
slit. She comes when your tounge slides over her clit. Then you lick her
stomach and tits clean, laying your body against hers while you lick her
face.
Mistress Olivia grabs your hair and pulls you off, telling you that you
have finshed your task. The four of you are assembled and told to kneel.
Four studs are brought in and each has a cock with a head that is swollen
and anxious. “Lean back sluts.” you are commanded, and you lean back on
your heels. “Now studs, shoot your jism all over these sluts.” Mistress
Olivia commands the men. Without touching themselves, the men spurt their
hot creams all over your face and tits. The man spurting on you seems to
be firing from a hose. Cream saturates your tits, some even landing in your
hair. The men are allowed to finish themselves off on your outstretched
tounges. Marlene only extends hers part way, and still gets big drops of
thick cum. “Rise sluts.” M. Olivia commands, and you stand a bit weakly.
The men are instructed to remove the straps and phalluses from the other
girls and then you are led out of the room by a pretty redhaired slut wearing
a black collar.
Soaking wet with sperm, and your pussy cream making your thighs slippery
you are led outdoors into the garden. There is a fancy party going on, with
many people dressed nicely. You see some of the Lords and Ladies in the
crowd. You feel like a true slut, being paraded about naked in front of these
people, with sperm all over your face and tits. People turn and look at the
four of you, some smiling, others scrutinizing closely. You start when you
see that some of the people are wearing gold collars under their fancy clothes
and one woman has a black collar studded with several diamonds. The redhead
is completely naked, save for her black collar. She leads you through the
middle of the crowd, and stops near the edge of the canopy. She instructs
each of you to spread your legs wide, and then to put your hands behind your
head. Standing as though your were being arrested. The redhead kneels and
offers “four new sluts are ready to begin their training M’Lords and Ladies.”
She stands and departs after a woman thanks her, calling her “Sherri”. The
party continues, with people talking and occasionally eyeing all of you.
You can hear pieces of conversations only. Phrases come to you, and you
can tell they are discussing you four. “…big tits bouncing…an incredibly
long tounge…great tits…very pretty face…says she likes ass fucks…”
After a while, a man approaches and tells the Patricia to lean forward. She
does and he slaps one of her tits and watches it bounce. Then he pulls his
cock out and with just a few strokes, cums on her tits. “Stand up straight.”
he says and returns to a conversation. Slowly, several other men walk over,
and one cums on your ass from behind, you feel his sperm slithering down
your crack past your asshole. A woman tells Marlene to kneel and fuck her
with that long tounge. She lifts her dress, showing her garterbelt and naked
cunt. She moans and bucks Marlene’s face, then makes the blonde stand up.
The redhead reappears and collects you, and on your way back inside,
you see four studs walking out, their cocks at attention. Each has a leather
strap running around their cock and balls and their hands are tied. You are
led upstairs to a large bedroom with one big bed. The redhead, named Sherri,
tells you that you may now rest and clean up, and that dinner will be served
at seven. She indicates the closet where she says clothing is labeled for
each of you. Just before she leaves, she stops and asks Marlene if what she
heard is true. Marlene says yes, and Sherri says “Show me.” Marlene’s long
tounge stretches out. “Ohhh God!” Sherri says, and displaying a terrible
lack of control, grabs her and kisses her fiercely. Sherri rubs her body
hard against Marlene’s slippery wet body, and she kisses her for a long time.
Marlene’s arms encircle Sherri’s waist and the two of them lock in a very
erotic embrace for several long minutes. Everyone in the room is getting
turned on by them, when they finally part. They look at each other, and
Marlene’s tounge snakes out and licks Sherri’s lips. Sherri repeats that,
leaning forward only slightly. Sherri’s tounge is at least two-thirds as
long as Marlene’s!! “God! What a fuckin’ kiss!!” I may take you as my slut
to train!” Sherri says.
Reluctantly, she leaves and the four of you begin to clean up. The tub
is large enough for all of you and you all soak together, washing each other
off. Then, clean and fresh, with another hour and a half, you relax and
talk. The topic seems to be Marlene’s freakish tounge. Each of you finds a
thin cotton dress for dinner, and the dresses are short and revealing. Yours
fits fine, letting your nipples peek through the light material. The dresses
are cut so that no matter how you sit, your bare ass is on the chair. Sherri
shows up to lead you to dinner, wearing a black halter with studs, and a tight
black skirt with slits up the sides to the waist. There is no need to ask,
she is naked underneath, her orange bush showing when she moves right.

]]> http://storysexblog.com/strange-bondage/feed/ 0 Hot and sweaty honey http://storysexblog.com/hot-and-sweaty-honey/ http://storysexblog.com/hot-and-sweaty-honey/#comments Wed, 13 Feb 2008 20:14:40 +0000 Administrator http://storysexblog.com/hot-and-sweaty-honey/ She was so hot. I just loved to look at her as she left her
apartment. No matter when or for what reason she look very sexy. She
had the kind of body that just screamed ‘fuck me’. And that is what
I wanted to do. She was kind of short but had those perfect legs
that gave the illusion of going on for ever. She had that long,
thick hair that was just perfect to nuzzle in too. I watched her
everyday, and I knew her habits. On weekdays morning she dressed in a
short dress type suit. All stiff and business-like, the type that
made men and women equal in the workplace. Later she would come home
and change for jogging. She wore some tight sweat pants and
amorphous shirt. Because she had some huge breast she wore in of
those tight jogging bras. Every day she came back all hot and sweaty
making me really horny.

Some would say, “If you wanted her so much why don’t you get her?”
Well for sure I wanted to but she always seemed to have another guy.
And did she go through them. She never had one for more than a few
weeks, and I wanted to be more than that. That is why I watched and
studied her for so long. I knew her in and out including her
favorite sex positions, via a telescope bought for the purpose. As a
matter of fact I finally decided that I would confront her with my
love as soon as I found out one last bit of information. I didn’t
know her name. I vowed that when I got it, I would get her.

One day she did not follow the usually routine. She went out to
work did not come for her daily jog. I saw this as an excellent
chance to figure out her name. I knew for sure that her name would
be on her mail, which she usually picked up from her box before
jogging. Inconspiciously I slipped down to the mail boxes. The
apartment owner either was a trusting soul or cheap because the boxes
did not have locks. Lucky for me! I glanced and saw no one around.
I quickly popped open her box and scanned her letters. Finally I say
what I had been waiting for. Among the letters to occupant I found
one addressed to ‘Miss Betsy Bryant’. I am ready to make my move. I
knew in my mind I was going to get this woman and I would start the
next time I saw her.

About 4 o’clock the next day I saw Betsy getting her mail. I
slipped out of the apartment and came up the road as if I was going
to the apartments. I walked up to her and pretended to ask her the
direction to a friends place. When she was about to answer I
said,”Wait a minute? Aren’t you Betsey Byrant? Don’t you remember
me? I am Jim from school.”

This had her throughly confused and I moved in for the kill. I
rambled on about some made up school career until she invited me to
her place. I had never really seen her place except from the
windows, and I was impressed. She had impecable taste in decor that
seems the mark of the sucessful women. After we got on the couch I
admitted to really being her neighbor and used the school mate bit as
a ploy to get in her apartment. Betsy was shocked and I was afraid
that she would kick me out. Finally, at my urgings she cooled down,
and admitted that she knew I was BSing her anyway. The she started
spouting of info on me! She knew everything about me. Of course I
was surprised. It turns out that she used the computer at work to
find out about me when she noticed me spying on her.

“Well, I bet you don’t know my favorite sex position,” I finally said.
“I bet I can find out,” she said slyly.

From there on it was smooth sailing. We had a few drinks, and she
started to get really beautiful. I eased over closer to her on the
couch and tryed to kiss her. Betsy noticed by the tent my rod was
causing in my pants that I was really in for her. “You know I don’t
fuck just any man. He has got to do what I say and enjoy it.” I
suddenly realized that maybe I didn’t know all about her. What if
she is one of those hard-core dominant bitchs. That would really
ruin things. But she is the ultimate prize and I would do anything to
get it with her. “Well, what do you have in mind?”

First she said that I would have to shower. Next she said that I
would have to shave off all my hair (except my head). Finally she
said that she would only take cock in the ass because she was saving
her cherry for marriage. Those rules were not to bad and the latter
one explained here favorite position–doggie style. At the time I
was hot enough to agree to anything so off to the shower I went.

When I was done in the shower I was greeted by Betsy with one of
those antique straight razors. “We are going to get all that hair
off you quick,” she said and away she went. She started off at my
legs and made quick work of them while I looked down at the firm tits
peeking out of her terry cloth robe. Next she shaved my arms and
chest. Then I started to worry. Some men may not feel threatened by
a girl shaving there dick with a 4 inch long razor but I do. “I’ll
get the safety razor for this”, she said, taking a lot of my mind.
Back she came and away went my cock hair. Then I was rolled over and
then the rest of the hair came off. I felt strangely clean and was
dying to fuck her hard.

“Now that you are properly prepared, you can shave my pussy.”
she said as she dropped her terry-cloth robe. She was gorgous. No
sags on her. She had nice firm tits with big pink nipples. She had
one hot looking pussy and I took little time shaving the sparce hair
off of it. The whole time I was dying to nibble her hard clit that I
occasionly saw during my little job. “I want you to tongue me so
long and hard that your tongue blisters,” she announced. I quickly
obliged her. She was so smooth and sticky, wet. Every once and
awhile she start to pant and then give a little scream, which I
suspected were orgasms. Finally my tongue gave out and I had to
quit. “I got to quit. Look at my tongue,” I said showing her my red
tongue. “Ok, you were a good boy and I want to reward you.” Quickly
we changed positions and she started to lick me off. Boy was she
good. She would slowly circle my cock head with her tongue and then
suck and pump it. Every once and awhile she would even deepthroat
it, but she looked like she would gag so I didn’t press it too hard.
Finally I felt my balls tighten up and I knew I was going to come
like a beast. “Don’t come in my mouth. Shoot on my tits,” she
panted. I pulled out if her mouth and shot my hot load all over her
firm tits. She rubbed my come all over her chest and then gave me a
real tonguey kiss.

“I want you to fuck me now.” she said after catching her
breather.”Let me screw your pussy please” I begged but she grabbed my
balls and let me know that I would be doing a rear entrance. I had
never fucked anyone in the ass before so I had her talk me through. I
got me first look at her pretty bung hole. It looked pretty tight
and even though I don’t have a titanic cock, I had my doubts. “The
trick is to go slow and to have lots of lubrication.” I looked
around and found a bottle of lube conviently at hand. So I greased
up my fingers and started probing that tight ass of hers. At first I
could only get one finger in but slowly I got about three in. She
was obviously enjoying her self and had some sort of vibrator on her
clit. “Quick, stick your cock in my asshole! I need it! ” she
yelled. I got behind her and greased up my pole and placed my cock
head on her now red anus. I slowly worked it about a half inch and
Betsy was going crazy. I pushed a little more and all most all
resistance gave away and I slid in up to my now clean shaven pelvis.

It was so tight. For awhile I just had to sit there and get
used to it. “Pump me now!” she yelled and I started off. Slow at
first, but then I picked up the pace. I started to finger her puss
while I felt her hands on my butt pulling me in to her. I had never
seen a girl so wild. She started to squeal and was scratching my
butt with her long nails. Again I had that warm feeling in my balls
and I knew this time I would have one of those once in a life time
orgasms. “Fuck me harder!” she was yelling again. “I going to come,”
I replied. And she started meeting my cock with such force that she
was smashing my balls against my thighs. I started pumping my hot
come in her ass like crazy. I thought I would go soft but I guess
the pain she was inflicted on my balls was keeping me hard. “Keep on
fucking me you bastard!” With my load in her ass things were getting
very lubed and very sticky. I was like a piston and I kept on till
come leaked out of her red, raw ass and my cock could not take it
anymore.

Now was my chance to get my mouth of those big tits of hers.
She laid back on the bed and I latched right on to those long
nipples. Here flesh was so creamy and I could taste the saltiness of
my come all over her globes. Betsy winced as I rolled those nipples
between my fingers. After a bit of this she gets up and says,”You
had your fun on my ass, it is now time for my turn on yours.”
Needless to say I was pretty worn out, but I remembered the agreement
and warily rolled over.

She placed pillow under my cock to allow her easy access to my
ass. “First I need to get some ‘toys’.” She went over to a beautiful
oriental chest and picked out an assortment of sex toys. I was
apprehensive about the situation but she cleverly calmed me down.
“Put this on.” she ordered me as I was handed one of those cock ring
vibrators. I slipped it on and felt waves of stimulation run up and
down my cock. I next I felt a greased finger penetrate my virgin ass
hole. This isn’t too bad I thought, until she added a few more
fingers. My ass burnt but it also felt so erotic that I had to have
more. “I am going to put a small butt plug in your ass so loosen
up.” I obediently loosened up to be rewarded with some of the most
intense pain I have felt in awhile. I also thought I was going to
shoot off right then. If that was the small plug I would hate to try
the large one because I thought I was going to rip at the seams from
the pain in my ass.

“Flip over cuntlicker, I want to suck your cock!” she snarled.
I was in a pretty interesting position. I had this vibrating plug in
my ass making my knees weak and a vibrating cock ring that was making
my dick drip pre-come. Carefully I flipped over to have my balls
harshly squeezed. I could not take it any more. I shot come all
over my own stomach. This time Betsy licked it up running her tongue
all over my upper torso. “What are we going to do now? You came
before I got a chance to suck you off. For that we need to punish
you.” I thought what else could she do to me. To my dismay I say
what she had planned. She had a butt plug the size of a small pair.
“There is no way you are going to be able to get that in my ass,
bitch,” I told her. “We’ll see about that.” And with that she went
out of the room. I removed the cock ring and sat back to see what
she was up to. I was sore, tired, and needed to fuck her pussy so
hard to make up for all this weird stuff she was doing.

Betsy came back into the room all smiles with something covered
in a towel. “Show me your ass” she commanded and I did. When she
yanked out the small butt plug out I would have come on the spot if I
had of been hard. “This is going to take a little time,” as she put
the towel on the floor and greased up the giant plug. After a little
stretching and a lot of pain the thing finally went in. It had a
more hollow feel to it that made me think that something was afoot.
“I am going to do something wild and then I want you to fuck my ass
again.” she said as she pushed my face into the pillows. Suddenly I
feel a searing coldness in my ass. From beneath the towel she had
taken a glass of ice water and filled up the hollow butt plug with
it. My cock had never been so hard in my life. I thought I would
pop a vein or something. “What are you waiting for? Fuck my ass!”
So again I grease up and work it in her raw asshole which was still
loose so it took me no time to slide on in. The feeling of the cold
pressure in my ass and the tight pressure around my cock was the
wildest I had ever expierenced. I did not last long and when Betsy
tried to yank the big plug out of my ass I came like crazy. I did
not even know that I had that much left.

After a night of sex I was bushed. I think Betsy was a little
tired too because after that last anal fuck she put up her toys and
went to bed. Even though I was trying to sleep all through-out the
night I would wake to her licking my cock. In the morning I woke up
to a burning ass and no Betsy. I found a note. “Dear AssFucker, I
hope you enjoyed last night. Tonight I will have a friend over and
maybe we can have some more fun, if you got the balls. Signed Betsy
B. Bad.” I don’t know if I will show up, but that will be another
story.

]]> http://storysexblog.com/hot-and-sweaty-honey/feed/ 0 I see you http://storysexblog.com/i-see-you/ http://storysexblog.com/i-see-you/#comments Fri, 23 Nov 2007 13:50:25 +0000 Administrator http://storysexblog.com/?p=35 I see you every week on this bus, and have wanted to approach you
for a long time. But I don’t, because the only reason I’m interested in
you is to fuck you, and I’d never betray my boyfriend to do it. If only
he wasn’t living in another state right now…
So every week I sit a few seats behind you…you sit in one of
the senior citizen seats and chat with the bus driver, so if I sit in the
first seat that faces forward, I have a great view. It’s a long bus ride
late at night, so we’re usually the only two on it, and you get off only
a few stops before I do.
When I get home, I go to bed and fantasize about having sex with
you. First I prepare myself for bed, brushing my teeth and washing my
face just as I always do. I take off my clothes and get into bed, beginning
to get excited by the feeling of the soft flannel sheet against my body.
My right hand snakes down to my cunt and starts its work, while my mind
starts its fantasy.
I visualize you on the bus. The first thing I always notice is
your body. It’s a mixture of hard and soft; you surely weigh at least
300 pounds, but there’s clearly a lot of muscle below the fat. Your legs
are hard and remind me of tree trunks, and your firm, round ass drives me
nuts. As I move up your body in my mind, I see your fat belly and sides,
combined with your broad, muscular back. Finally I see your face, with
its amazing youthfulness.
After only minutes of this exercise, I can feel myself reaching a
climax…but it’s not time yet. I stop masturbating, but go further into
the fantasy. Now you’re standing…we’re in my bedroom. I walk up behind
you and wrap my arms around you. My breasts ache for attention as I
push them up against your strong back; the sensation of your ass against
my belly increases my desire. My hands wander over your t-shirt, lovingly
caressing every curve until I reach your small, soft breasts. You moan as
I fondle your nipples, feeling them become erect under my fingers. I
pinch them gently through the t-shirt and realize from your reaction that
I’ve found something you very much enjoy.
I run my hands down your sides to the waist of your pants and below,
firmly squeezing your hips between my hands, moving down to your hard
thighs. My hands slide around to the front, and move closer and closer
to your bulging crotch, as if of their own volition.
My arousal is becoming more insistent, so start to pull your shirt
off. Realizing my goal, you finish the job while I remove your pants.
Seeing you naked only serves to inflame me further; I realize that at
this moment, I want nothing more than to suck your cock until you come.
Before I have a chance to kneel down, you remove my shirt and skirt,
leaving me dressed only in a front-hook bra. I close my eyes as your
hands rest on my broad hips. I concentrate on the sensation — your
smooth, uncalloused hands moving slowly from my hips forward onto my
belly…my cunt is throbbing with desire.
Your hands move up to my breasts, where you hold them through
their restraints. I can do nothing but stand motionless, nearly shaking
from the depth of my arousal. You finally unhook my bra, freeing my
breasts for your further ministrations. Immediately I feel my nipples
being squeezed, hard, and I almost fall.
Much as I enjoy this, I realize that my original intention has
been interrupted, so I kneel down and cup your balls in one hand while
I rub your cock gently with the other. My hunger for you is enormous,
and I open my mouth wide to cram both of your balls in it at once. I
love the feeling of my tongue circling each one, back and forth, over
and over…finally, I release your balls and lick my way up to your
cockhead in one motion, swiftly enveloping your penis with my mouth.
I begin to suck you, forming a firm ring with my lips and
sliding your cock in and out of my mouth. Sometimes I stop to play
my tongue over the underside or swirl it around the head, fondling
your balls with one hand and your ass with the other.
I tire of this eventually, and grab one of your asscheeks in each
hand as I pump my head back and forth, moving faster and harder as I
sense your need increasing. Finally you tremble as cum shoots into
my mouth, and I cease my movements, concentrating on the taste of your
come and the feeling of your cock spasming in my mouth. After a minute,
we lie down on my bed.
We continue to explore each other’s bodies with our hands, while I
wait for you to recover. In a couple of minutes, I straddle you and we
caress each other’s chests. I have always found this position to provide
the greatest sensitivity and enjoyment for me in this activity; something
to do with my breasts hanging free, no doubt. We apply our mouths as
well…you seem to particularly enjoy when I suck and nibble your
nipples at the same time. In any case, with my warm,
wet cunt resting on your penis and my hands caressing your body, you
rapidly become hard again.
I slide your cock into my cunt and settle in, experiencing the
satisfying sensation of your cockhead just barely touching my cervix.
As you continue to hold my breasts, I start to fuck you, sliding almost
all the way up each time. I am oblivious to everything as I ride you
on my way to orgasm…I barely notice your warm, wet mouth on my nipples,
though it surely helps me on my way.
My tense body rapidly reaches its first orgasm, and I get up off
of you, asking you if you might perhaps service me from behind. As you
readily agree, I get on my knees, with my elbows resting on the bed and
my legs spread slightly. Instead of the cock I expect, I feel your tongue
probing me and your hands fondling my buttocks — something I am certainly
not about to object to.
After a minute or two, I do indeed feel the expected pressure of your
cock entering me again. I clamp down on it, loving the feeling of you
pushing against me, until I again feel your cock on my cervix…this time
a little harder, but I am prepared now. I beg you to fuck me as hard
as you can, and you seem only too happy to oblige, as I feel you pounding
into me shortly thereafter.
With this kind of pressure, neither of us can last long, and I start
to come only moments before you slam yourself against me one last time
and spend deep inside of me. You collapse on top of me, and we both
sink down to the bed, shifting after a few minutes into a more comfortable
sleeping position.

]]> http://storysexblog.com/i-see-you/feed/ 0 Fantasy Science Fiction Sex Story http://storysexblog.com/fantasy-science-fiction-sex-story/ http://storysexblog.com/fantasy-science-fiction-sex-story/#comments Sun, 05 Aug 2007 15:30:52 +0000 Administrator http://storysexblog.com/fantasy-science-fiction-sex-story/ Her eyes adjusting to the faint glow of the monitor’s lights, she awoke.
Every inch of her skin was cold, but that was to be expected after ten years
in thermo freeze. The room was not as she remembered it. Once shiny metal
cabinets were now covered with dust; debris littered the floor. She glanced
over at the three other thermo tanks in the room, there lights were out. This
meant that her companions had already evacuated or more likely that they were
dead.

Slowly, she lifted herself off the bed on which she lay, ducking her head
to avoid the glass cover which had protected her for the last ten years.
She walked stiffly over to the next tank. Commander Barton’s body was still
inside, while her pulse and respiratory indicators showed her to be dead. The
other two tanks, which were reserved for the two men of the crew, also
contained bodies with no detectable respiration or heartbeat. She was the only
surviving member of her squad.

There were nearly a hundred squads of four in isolated control rooms
like this. They were separated by several hundred miles. The rational
behind this was that when the bombs started to fall at least one-third
of the control rooms were expected to survive. After the nuclear winter
had eliminated all human life the chosen ones would emerge from suspended
animation and start over; at least those who survived would.

Her name was Jessica Martin, an architect, art historian, construction
engineer and most important a fertile female. By her acceptance into the
Savior’s program, she had agreed to become the mate of one of the members of
her squad. He was a loathsome man with a genius level I.Q. This requirement
had almost made Jessica reject the program’s offer, but she had wanted to
survive the holocaust. It was almost a relief that his life support system
had failed. Unfortunately, the only two other members of the Saviors program
who could help her were also dead.

Fully awake now, Jessica started the preparations necessary for the next day’s
trip to the rendezvous point. The radiation readings were high, but tolerable.
The temperature outside was nearly eighty. This was better than expected
for a Spring day in the southwest desert after several hundred cubic miles
of dirt had been thrown in the air by nuclear explosions. Actually,
it was several hundred cubic kilometers. It had been agreed that
the survivors would convert to metric now. Most of the scientists
in the group had readily gone along with this since they were all used to
the system. Her profession still worked in feet and inches. Adjusting
wouldn’t be to difficult. If Jessica made a mistake in her conversions,
who would care if she went a few kilometers-per-hour over the speed limit?
There was no one there to enforce it anyway.

After nearly eight hours of preparation, including a wide variety of tests
for biological hazards, latent radiation, and chemical pollutants, she
was ready to start her trip. Everything went smoothly. The canned water
had not perished, the freeze dried food had not decomposed and the computer
had kept the solar car’s batteries charged.

The only set back she had, aside from the death of her companions, was that
the gun locker was buried under a huge concrete beam. Obviously, some kind of
explosion had occurred near by and now she was going to have to enter the
world above armed with only a tazer gun.

The tazer gun had been left in the glove compartment of her
transportation, a solar car. This was because, like the solar car’s batteries,
its charge had to be maintained for the ten years she had been
in thermo freeze. For projectiles, the tazer fired two darts which
struck an adversary and delivered a shock of twenty thousand volts through
wires which attached to the gun. It only had a range of around three meters
and only worked against one opponent. These limitations did not really
intimidate Jessica, since all animal life, including the human race,
had been removed from the surface planet by an excessively large number of
nuclear explosions. The only real danger would come from the few people, if
any, who survived the holocaust by hibernating underground like she did.

She spent her last night on the couch of her thermo tank. This time
she kept the lid up and relied on her body’s natural cycle of sleep
to wake her up rather than the life support computer. The next morning she
opened the two levels of outer doors and drove off using the battery power of
her solar car. There would be enough light out to recharge the vehicle as
she drove.

Although it was not as she expected, the outside world was peaceful. The
mountain under which she had been buried was still dry and arid. It had
remained nearly unchanged, the only noted difference being that the road north
to Arrow Point was in poorer condition than it had been ten years ago. This
was to be expected, given the untimely nuclear termination of the local
highway department.

In every direction, the desert stretched, broken occasionally by a shriveled
tree or cactus. It startled her that, no matter how sparse, plant life had
survived even in a desert after a nuclear holocaust. Jessica was taken more
aback by the vulture which circled overhead. Obviously, animal life had also
survived.

She drove on over the pitted road, heading north. Life seemed in abundance
compared to what she had expected. After two hours of driving she
nearly ran over a snake sunning itself on the side of the road. After
four hours she had seen a several small birds and one rat which
reminded her of her now deceased potential mate. Travelling
at twenty kilometers-an-hour, she was nearly a hundred kilometers from the
control room when she came across the wreck.

It was a four wheel drive vehicle, only a scorched hulk by the side of
the road with its two occupants burnt to a crisp inside. From the fresh
smell of gasoline, it was obvious that the vehicle had not been there more than
a few days. It appeared as though more than vultures, snakes and rats had
survived the war.

Just after she passed the wreck she heard the motorcycles behind her. There
were three men, all had shaved heads and wore leather jackets. Even at
peak speed there was no way that Jessica could out run the bikes. She pulled
over to the side of the road and waited for them to hopefully pass. They
didn’t. Instead, they pulled slowly up behind her with wolfish grins on their
faces. Even with her hair tied up, wearing a silver environment jumpsuit, she
was obviously a woman.

The three men parked their bikes and dismounted a short distance away from
where her vehicle was parked. Forming a skirmish line with cross bows leveled,
they advanced towards her. She sat quietly in the drivers seat. Maybe she had
been speeding. Maybe someone did care. What would she say?, “Excuse me
officer the nuclear holocaust knocked down all the speed limit signs. You
know how these solar powered cars are they just drive so fast.” Unfortunately,
solar powered vehicles were about the slowest form of transportation around and
besides, these men were obviously not police officers.

As they neared her she released the catch on the window and opened it. The
lead man, who looked like a blind date she once had, licked his lips. She
smiled, gave a flirtatious wave and shot him with the tazer gun. He let out a
howl as twenty thousand volts immobilized him.

Jessica drove off, leaving the other two men staring at her in amazement. If
only they stayed that way. In her rear view mirror she could see the lead
man stagger to his feet. That wasn’t possible, the tazer gun was guaranteed
to immobilize an assailant for at least ten minutes. Now was not the time
to think about getting a refund.

He screamed to his companions as he ran towards his bike. They caught up
to her in no time. Keeping a safe distance the leader easily shot out one
of her back tires with a pistol. The car careened out of control and slammed
into a dune. Jessica’s head struck the windshield. In her daze she saw the
three men run up to her vehicle. The drivers side window was smashed with the
butt of a rifle and she was dragged out without a fight.

Everything was blurry as she was thrown on her back. One man pinned her
arms, the other her legs as the leader straddled her. He ripped open the front
of her environment suit. “No” she murmured, to dazed from her blow to the
head to put up a fight. As the leader’s hands worked lower, she saw a fourth
man running towards them.

With a terrifying speed, the new arrival struck the man holding her legs with
the butt of his rifle. As the leader turned, he received a similar blow to
the face and like his companion was put temporarily out of commission. The
man holding her arms began to draw a pistol from his belt.
Before it left its holster, he was on the ground holding his crotch. Having
been given a kick squarely in the genitals, he had no real alternative
but to writhe in pain. Jessica’s savior was on him before he could recover.
There was a slight gurgling noise as the throat of this assailant was cut.
Without wasting any time, the throats of the other two men were also slit,
this insured that they were both permanently out of commission.

Her knight in shiny armour turned out to be a knight in black leather.
Looking up from his knee high boots to his nearly military haircut, she
saw he was a veritable arsenal. With a knife strapped to his right leg,
a pistol slung low to his hip and a bandoleer of ammunition over one shoulder,
he was both handsome and threatening. He was around 5′10” with sandy blonde
hair, broad shoulders and a slim waist. The desert had hardened him; this only
added to his good looks and ferocity.

As he eyed her carefully, Jessica realized that her breasts were hanging out of
her torn jumpsuit. She pulled it over them and fixed her bra. “You aren’t
going to rape me?” she asked. Walking towards his car, he shook his head.
Jessica received conflicting feelings of relief and disappointment as the
stranger walked towards his car.

It was a black Rally Sport, Camaro, 1973 if Jessica’s guess was right. Before
the war she had dated a man obsessed with cars. Actually obsessed was a mild
term for his addiction and subsequent boring monologues on such exciting topics
as the improved carburetor intake valves in the 73 versus the 74 Camaro.
Maybe the nuclear holocaust had been a good thing.

Her savior started his car’s engine and drove it next to the bikes. With a
piece of plastic hose he started to syphon the fuel from the motorcycle
closest to his car. Once the syphonning process was started he walked back
towards her.

Jessica stood up, running her fingers through her hair, which now hung
loosely about her shoulders, she tried to compose herself. “I’d like to thank
you. My name is Jessica Martin.” she said extending her hand. He looked up
momentarily and began to search the former owners of the motorcycles.
He removed a variety of weapons and tools from each of them. Adding to
Jessica’s opinion that here was a man of fine breeding, he removed the leader’s
boots which looked to be in better shape than his own. This made Jessica’s
stomach turn; her hero was nothing more than a grave robber.

After depositing his loot in his car and starting the syphonning process
on another motorcycle, he walked towards Jessica’s
vehicle. With a wrench in one hand, he began sizing up the vehicle. “Excuse
me” Jessica stammered, “That’s my car and I would like to keep it in
one piece.” At her request he walked back towards his car and began taking
selected parts off one motorcycle.

In disgust Jessica walked to her car. It appeared to be hopelessly stuck in
the dune. Its motor refused to engage, probably because most of the battery
cells had been destroyed when she crashed. She picked up her food and what
gear she could carry and walked towards the Camaro. The third motorcycle was
now being syphonned and another bike was being stripped of useful parts.

“Excuse me”, she said “could you possible give me a ride north.”

“No” was the first word he spoke to her.

“Well, what do you expect me to do?”

“I don’t care” he replied as the flow of liquid began to dwindle from
the siphoning hose.

“You bastard. The only reason you saved me was so that you could get
more fuel for your car.” Jessica was angry, she had been used.

“No, the only reason why I saved you was that there are now three less
skags in the valley to give me trouble”.

Jessica’s anger calmed. “Take me with you.”

“No”

“Why?”

“I already have one too many mouthes to feed.”

“I have food.”

“Nope.”

In desperation and with a bit of desire, she added, “I’ll sleep with you”.

He stood up, grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her against him.
She could feel his leather jacket press against her breast. His kiss was
fierce but cold. Despite this it sent shivers through her entire body. One
top of the indignity of the forced kiss he added, “If I wanted
to sleep with you I would take you now. You are not my responsibility.”
She was angry, she had been rejected. There was a first time for everything.

Jessica thought for a moment. “I can give you fuel, food and weapons
if you can get me up to Arrow Point in the north.” His eyes lit up as
Jessica continued, “I’m from a group called the Saviors. We were placed in
cryogenic freeze before the war. After ten years the thermo units were set to
wake us up. We are all supposed to rendezvous at Arrow Point. We have
supplies and the technological know-how to start over.”

“Then, why are you alone?” he demanded.

“My companions’ thermo units failed somehow. I was the only survivor from
my group. There were nearly a hundred other groups. Those who survived
are heading towards Arrow Point”. She batted her eyelashes and tried to
look as helpless as possible. Jessica leaned forward slightly so that her
ripped jumpsuit would show off her breast. After all, this man was her
one chance at survival in this savage world.

The man leaned against his car contemplating the offer. Eyeing the dwindling
flow from the syphonning hose, he said “Alright, but on my terms.” Jessica
smiled, she still had a touch with men. She had coaxed him into taking her
along.

Fifteen minutes later Jessica and the stranger were travelling north.
Strapped into the passenger’s seat, she had both hands chained at her sides.
No matter how much she protested, he refused to have it any other way.
When he said “My terms”, he meant it. The wind blew her jumpsuit open as
they drove. It was no longer necessary for her to lean forward in order
to give him a view of her breasts. He could just look over at her, chained on
his terms and see what ever he wanted. Contrary to what she desired and
expected, he never took his eyes off the road.

He introduced himself as Jason, no last name, just Jason. Obviously,
he trusted no one. In his brief monologue, Jason told her that the valley was
ruled, for the most part, by a biker called The King. This biker leader,
had several dozen men under him who scavenged off the surrounding land and
sought to remove all undesirables from the area. They wanted total control of
the valley, while the undesirables, like Jason, sought to survive by
scavenging off the scavengers.

The main difficulty in heading north is that they would have to cross the
river. This meant either leaving the car and swimming across the cesspool
of a river, or driving across the bridge. Although the bridge was heavily
guarded, abandoning the car was not an alternative. Crossing the river was
the only way to drive out of the valley and therefore the only means of
accomplishing this was being protected. That way the King could keep
his own me from deserting and men like Jason from getting into the outside
world. More importantly, the bridge served to keep Jason’s car in the valley;
it was the most valuable item around, next to Jessica.

The roads were in fair shape as they drove. Jason’s skill at driving made
them seem in better shape then they actually were. His car made better time
than the solar power car had. On the back seat were the two battery cells
which had survived the crash of the solar car. This and some food was all
that Jason determined was salvageable from the solar car, besides Jessica.

As they drove he rested his hand on the shift. Confined by the
chain attached to her left wrist, Jessica could just barely
brush her finger tips against his hand. She did so as they drove, because
she longed for his attention and desired to please him. After all,
he had saved her life. He seemed not to notice. Giving in to instinct, he
let his hand wander and touch the side of her left breast. Her gasp of
pleasure awoke Jason from his trance. Quickly, he withdrew his hand, making
it a point not to let it rest on the stick shift anymore. Jessica wondered
why he didn’t find her desirable.

They stopped several miles from the bridge and pulled off behind a ridge.
Jason wanted to attempt the crossing at night, so there was nothing left to
do but wait out the rest of the day. Unlocking her hands, he placed
a chain around her neck. The other end of the new chain was locked to a
convenient log. Jessica sat obediently at the base of the log while
Jason lit a small fire and opened a can of food for dinner. She had no choice,
the chain around her neck kept her from running away and as an
extra precaution he had tied her hands behind her back.

As Jason heated the can over the flames, Jessica felt the gnawing of
hunger pangs. Dinner was only beef stew, but it smelt wonderful.
Jessica hadn’t eaten all day and before that, not for ten years.
After it reached the desired temperature, Jason placed the contents
of the can on a plate and began to devour it. “What about me?” Jessica
asked. This brought a smile to Jason’s face as he replied by reaching over
and striking her across the face. Following this momentary distraction,
he took a long swig from his canteen and resumed eating.

When he had finished nearly everything on his plate he slid it over to
Jessica. She looked up at him despising everything he stood for. Starving,
hands tied behind her back, she had no choice but to lick what remained of
dinner off the plate. Maintaining her strength was more important than saving
face. Once they reached Arrow Point he would pay. Surely, the Saviors
wouldn’t want such a man in their midst, nor would they allow him to exist in
the new world they would create.

Having finished what remained on the plate, Jessica lay her head down on the
log, hoping that she would sleep. This was a difficult task because she did
not find herself tired, rather she was strangely aroused. After ten years in
thermo freeze this was to be expected. It had nothing to do with her
travelling companion, the way he treated her or the way her fed her dinner.
Although the only man around was a barbarian, she couldn’t help but fantasize
that he would extract some kind of payment from her as they travelled north.
With these thoughts she drifted into sleep.

Jason nudged her with his boot. Jessica stirred and kissed his foot as she
slept. He nudged her a second time and she awoke as she prepared to kiss his
foot again. Jessica had dreamt he had torn away her foolish silver environment
suit and instead had given her several skimpy pieces of fur to wear.
Before she was allowed to accompany him to the north she was told she must
kiss his boots. She did so willingly, only to wake and discover it had
been a dream.

Night having fallen, he unchained her neck, allowing her to rise to her feet.
Leading her to the car, he chained her to the floor of the back seat. “Why
can’t I sit in the front seat?” she demanded.

Jason smiled, “If there is trouble, I don’t want my cargo damaged”.

“You bastard” she spat.

Jessica’s position did not provide her with a good view of the events which
transpired. From where she lay, it was obvious that Jason was driving at a
high speed towards the bridge. There was no light on dash board and therefore
she assumed he was driving without head lights. The ride was surprisingly
smooth despite the adverse conditions under which they travelled.
Once again she was impressed at his ability to drive. This time the
conditions were even worse, it was at night, without headlights,
on roads which had not been repaired in ten years. He truly was a rare breed
of man; she would make him pay for his arrogance.

The car accelerated suddenly. Jessica assumed that they had reached the
bridge. Bending her body upward she could see Jason with one hand
on the wheel and the other holding a pistol. The barrel was pointed out
the window. Firing several shots, he cut the wheel sharply as if
to avoid something. Thrown back on the floor by the sudden maneuver,
Jessica let out a scream as the windshield shattered spraying glass in all
directions. Even where she lay, shielded by the front seats, she was showered
by flying pieces of glass. As something large bounced off the hood of the
car, it did not waver from its course for a moment. Obviously, some `skag’
had gotten in Jason’s way. The car roared on steadily and Jessica realized
that they had reached safety.

After a seemingly endless amount off time Jason pulled over.
Lifting her carefully from the back seat, he asked if she was all right.
Jessica nodded, having been taken aback by his sudden change in attitude.
He had been so tender carrying her from the back seat and seemed to caress her
as he dusted the pieces of glass from the outside of her jumpsuit.

Jason’s face was covered with blood. This didn’t seem to bother him
and Jessica knew enough first aid to realize that even the smallest
facial wound bleeds torrents. Jessica felt a tinge of sadness as he removed
the neck chain and untied her hands. “Take off your clothes.” he said as
he removed his jacket. Jessica juiced in anticipation. He brushed
the glass off his shirt and shook his jacket out. Instead of throwing her
on her back and using her, he placed his jacket around her and shook the glass
out of her jump suit.

Ignoring her, he made sure there was no glass left in her jump suit. The only
passion he could muster was a look minor look of disdain for her foolish
choice of attire in a post nuclear world. Jessica could only glare at him.
She had been rejected again. With her standing there in only her skimpy
undergarments, how could he be immune to her beauty?

She took off his jacket and her bra exposing her breasts to him. Her nipples
were erect with desire but all Jason could muster was a perplexed look.
Jessica removed her lacy bra and brought it to her mouth in order to moisten
it. “Its cotton” she said “It is the only thing I have that will clean up
the blood properly.” This obviously did not include the first aid kit which
sat idly in her pack on the back seat.

Leaning forward she brought her left breast within inches of his mouth
as she wiped the blood from his face. For a moment his whole body
tightened. Almost immediately, Jason regained his composure as Jessica
felt his body relax again. Either he was gay or he had tremendous self
control. Jessica deliberately poked the cut on his forehead in a feigned
attempt to clean it. He didn’t flinch, although she knew it must have hurt.

Rejected, she stormed back to the car and got the first aide kit. Walking
back towards Jason she started to cry. “You faggot” she screamed, throwing
the kit at him. Easily ducking the projectile, he walked towards her. Jessica
longed and expected to be struck. Instead he stood there and for the first
time appeared to be unsure of what to do.

Still sobbing she cried, “You don’t love me. You don’t find me attractive.”

Jason took a step backwards, taken aback as her tears turned quickly
into anger. Lunging forward, her nails dug into his exposed shoulders.
Grabbing her arms, he forced her to the ground. Once he was occupied with her
razor sharp finger nails, Jessica brought her head up and sunk her teeth into
his shoulder. “You bitch” he grunted, striking her across the face with the
back of his hand.

Reeling from the blow, she fell back to the ground. He dove on top of
her as she brought her knee up to greet him. Twisting his hips to the side he
took the potentially fatal blow on his right thigh. One hand
grabbed both her wrists while the other tore her panties off.
Having removed the final obstacle from her body, Jason opened his pants.
Jessica’s hands were held over her head, she was helpless. He penetrated
her thrusting into her fiercely. Each blow brought him closer and closer
to ecstasy. Finally, he exploded inside her with one last powerful thrust.
Lying there, Jessica realized that she had been used; forced against her will
to give him pleasure, after all she was only a woman.

Jessica lay blissfully, in his arms. After a while, she crawled away
for a moment to where he discarded her neck chain. With the chain
dangling between her red lips, she crawled humbly back to him. Jason
smiled as he put the chain around her neck, fastening the other side
somewhere underneath the car.

He wrapped one arm around Jessica and clutched he long silky hair with
his free hand. “Listen to me” he said “I already lost someone special
in this bitch of a world. I’m not planning on loosing you. Do it my way, on
my terms and we will survive.”

“Yes, master” she replied as a tear of joy fell from her eye. Jessica
hoped she would make him happy. He loved her and had opened up to her
by letting her into his life. By overcoming his loss and loving her,
Jessica was left with no choice but to reciprocate his feelings by becoming
his slave.

The next morning Jessica woke to find a plate with the remainder of
breakfast on it. Without using her hands she ate it.

Jason was busy in the car. He had removed the shattered windshield and
was doing something behind the front seats. Removing the chain
from where it was fastened underneath the car he pulled Jessica to her feet.
“I made something for you.” he said.

The floor behind the front seats was covered with several blankets and
a piece of small fur. There was also a pillow there. “It is your
slave nest. We don’t want your beauty to attract undesired attention and
we wouldn’t want you hurt.”

“Yes, master” she replied.

“By the way”, he added, “I want you to use that piece of fur to make
yourself a more suitable outfit.” She nodded. “Also, I also don’t feel it
would be in my, I mean our best interest to head towards Arrow Point right
now. I think the `perfect’ society would be too restrictive.” Kissing her
he added, “I have everything I could possibly want right now.”

“Yes, master”, she cried giving him a kiss. “I will make an outfit
which I hope you will find pleasing.”

“I find the one you are wearing now quite pleasing”. With that he
placed her on all fours and took advantage of her lack of attire.

“Yes, master” she cried.

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Kristen, you sound just scrumptious. I wrote this story for

you… Next time you come skating down my way, you’ve got a place

to stay….. Kristen’s 19, and Sally’s 23, and what a pair they’d

make…

It was 6 A.M. when Kristen hit the showers. She had an 8 o’clock

class….. what was it? Anthropology? God, why did she sign up

for that subject? Oh well, she needed an easy elective. How else

was she going to maintain her busy social schedule? As the hot

water beat softly against her supple skin, the fog started to

clear from her head and she remembered that she wasn’t in her

private shower back home.

She lives in a college dormitory now and the showers were all

open to each other. “Why don’t they provide a little privacy

around here?” Oh well, Kristen secretly enjoyed this new lack of

privacy anyway. Sometimes she found herself wondering, with a

certain sense of excitement, just who would be joining her in the

shower each morning. She would cast her eyes shyly to the floor

and become very quiet as she struggled to find an excuse to look

at her bathing partner.

Just how long do normal women look at each other in the buff?

Would anyone suspect anything if her eyes stopped momentarily to

appreciate certain portions of the female anatomy? Kristen often

worried about this.

After all, she only dated men. She had never been to bed with

another woman. She thought of herself as quite heterosexual. And

yet?—- Oh God, what was she going to do with these new

feelings?

Kristen’s troubling thoughts were interrupted by the sound of

another shower being turned on. Startled, she glanced across the

tiled floor to the shower opposite her. It was little Sally.

Actually, little Sally wasn’t so little. She was only about 5

feet 1 inches tall, but she had round firm breasts the size of

cantaloupes. Kristen and Sally said good morning to each other

politely and then looked away.

Kristen reached for her soap and worked up a lather. Her hands

went to her own breasts which were quite nice also. She felt

aroused, and her nipples were erect. She started to feel

embarrassed. She pulled her hands away from these sensitive

organs and began to wash her stomach and arms. She dared to sneak

another quick look at Sally.

Sally was bent over reaching for her bottle of shampoo on the

floor. Her back was turned toward Kristen and the view left

nothing to the imagination. Little Sally was wide open. Kristen’s

soapy hands darted back and forth over her own swollen genitals.

She thought, “What am I doing? This is just silly.” But the more

Kristen thought about Sally’s body, and noticed the sexy way she

moved, the more turned on she got.

Kristen’s embarrassment was beginning to turn to guilt. She

wondered what Sally would think of her if she knew how sexually

aroused the sight of her nakedness had made her. Oh, how she

longed to touch her just once, to press her lips against hers –

hard! To wrap her hands around Sally’s gorgeous tits and suck

each nipple into her mouth. Would Sally become wet? Would she

want more? Or would she tell everyone that Kristen was a freak

and that they should keep their doors locked?

Kristen became very frightened by such thoughts. For a moment she

lost her sexual desire and retreat into a secret corner of her

mind.

Sally abruptly ended such an escape with “Do you have any

conditioner?” She was all cheery and wide eyed standing directly

in front of Kristen. Her beautiful breasts heaved with a little

girlish sigh. Kristen stumbled for words as she handed Sally the

bottle of conditioner. “Sure – uh – here you are – uh-.” Sally

said thanks in the same cheery fashion as before, and gently

tweaked Kristen’s left nipple, turned and went back to her own

shower.

Kristen was totally stunned. ‘Why had Sally touched her nipple?

What did she mean by it? Was she just joking around or does she

entertain some of the same sexual fantasies I do?’ Now Kristen

was determined to find out if Sally was as sexually aroused as

she was.

To hell with what others might find out or think of her. She

wanted Sally, now in the worst way and if there was any chance…

well, the risk is worth it.

Kristen walked deliberately towards Sally. As she approached,

Sally turned and smiled. “Need your conditioner back?” she asked.

Kristen hesitantly took the bottle from Sally’s hand and as she

did her eyes fell upon her breasts. They were so round and firm,

and they stood there at attention as if asking to be admired.

Kristen’s free hand reached for Sally’s right breast. She gently

cupped it and began tracing circles around it with her fingers

not looking at anything but the one breast, hoping that Sally

wouldn’t strike her hand away.

Sally stiffened a little at first but offered no resistance to

Kristen’s advances. As she continued to massage Sally’s breast

with her left hand, Kristen dropped the bottle of conditioner

which created any echo-y sound in the shower stall. She brought

her right hand to Sally’s other breast and squeezed and fondled

both… she had admired them for so long.

The touch of Sally’s skin was ten times more delicious than she

had imagined. Kristen was becoming very aroused and she could

feel her whole body beginning to throb with anticipation, her

heart has pounding so fast, she could feel her pulse beating in

her throat. Vaginal secretions were beginning to flow in

abundance and she could feel them trickling down the inside of

her left thigh. Kristen let out a deep but barely audible moan as

she gloried in the excitement of the moment.

“How is little Sally’s pussy doing,” she asked, as she reached

down with her right hand to caress the dark patch of hair that

covered it. Gently she pulled at the curls and then slowly slid

her middle finger into Sally’s wet pussy. She traced the inner

and outer lips with her exploring finger, they were slippery with

Sally’s excitement. Kristen found her clitoris and began to

massage it gently. The excitement she felt was overwhelming.

Sally struggled to quiet her screams of delight by burying her

face in the crook of Kristen’s neck and shoulder.

Periodically Kristen would bring lubrication from Sally’s vagina

to her clit by inserting her finger a few inches in then out.

Sally’s knees were beginning to get weak and she was holding on

to Kristen very tightly, she whole body was trembling, she felt

like she fall.

The water from the shower was drenching both of them and it was

making things very slippery. Kristen decided she had better make

Sally more comfortable before they both fell and hurt themselves.

As she helped Sally to the floor she came face to face with her

beautiful snatch. She ventured a taste, allowing her tongue to

flick lightly over Sally’s moist lips. Kristen marveled at the

sweet taste of Sally’s deliciously clean sex.

Kristen went wild. She began to suck and lick and mouth every

part of Sally’s womanhood. Her tongue finally came to rest on

Sally’s throbbing love nub. As Kristen slowly and methodically

licked her love button, Sally was writhing on the floor of the

shower in a state of shear ecstasy. Kristen reached up to grasp

both of Sally’s nipples while she continued to feast on her now

very juicy pussy, and as she gently pinched them between her

thumb and forefinger, Sally came….

Sally’s supple body convulsed with waves of pleasure and she let

out a loud moan. Then her body went completely limp and she lay

back against the wall with her eyes closed, breathing very hard.

The only sound was Sally’s breathing and the water running.

Kristen felt very pleased with herself as she looked at the

gentle contented smile on Sally’s face. Then Kristen glanced at

the wall clock as she helped Sally to her feet. It was now 6:45

A.M. Kristen thought, “lucky no one walked in and discovered our

morning interlude.”

They began to gather their things to get out of there before

someone did walk in on them. As they started to leave the room,

Sally grabbed Kristen’s arm gently and asked her, “why don’t you

come down to my room for a few minutes?” Kristen obliged.

Sally’s roommate had already left for class when they arrived. As

they entered the room Sally closed the door and locked it. “You

won’t mind being a little late for class this morning will you,”

Sally asked coyly? Kristen smiled, “No, I won’t mind at all.”

Sally undid the knot in Kristen’s towel and it fell to the floor.

She knelt down and spread Kristen’s pussy lips, exposing her

clit. Kristen’s eyes fluttered closed, and she braced herself

against the door. Her pussy was already wet but as Sally began to

lick gently on her swollen clit her love juices began to flow

like a river down the inside of both thighs. The walls of her

vagina were contracting so hard that her stomach was heaving in

and out in an obvious fashion. Sally’s tongue was flicking and

caressing her clit and she could feel a finger thrusting deep

into her vagina.

Kristen stood rigid, her tan smooth legs tense, stomach muscles

rippling in an effort to keep from screaming her passion. She

felt as if she were going to explode. And she did!!!! all over

Sally!! Her pussy juices gushed out as her entire body shuddered

in ecstasy.

Sally didn’t mind the unexpected shower, she just patted herself

dry with Kristen’s towel and let out a little giggle. Kristen

slowly slumped to a sitting position in front of the door, as

Sally leaned over to share her taste with a long deep passionate

mouth opening kiss. Kristen was lost in her own world of orgasmic

bliss.

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